26 Aug

Soft August afternoon.

The garden overripe

And wild.

Tanned and indolent,

He stretched in the sun


Sleepy from wine

Full with bread

It only needed fish

For a miracle.


And so it happened.

An hour passed,

Trailed by another.

He had forgotten her




Copyright the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photo stolen from younghappy


Posted by on August 26, 2012 in Lovers Past, Poetry, Still Life


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9 responses to “Miracle

  1. surrenderedone

    August 26, 2012 at 8:36 pm

    This made my heart ache


    • Romantic Dominant

      August 27, 2012 at 8:37 am

      It wasn’t intended, but thank you for reading


  2. D

    August 27, 2012 at 12:30 am

    Inconveniently, ‘forgetting’ and ‘deciding to forget’ are very different things.


    • Romantic Dominant

      August 27, 2012 at 8:40 am



  3. Evelyn

    August 27, 2012 at 5:14 pm

    its both sad and happy when you realize you can forget.


    • Romantic Dominant

      August 27, 2012 at 5:59 pm

      Never for long


  4. MysticalKitty

    August 28, 2012 at 9:36 am

    The more you try to wipe a memory the more vivid flashes in your mind.

    Better to relish in its bitter sweetness. Let it engulf you. Saturate you.

    Soonner than you imagined you will be released from the painful grip. You will be free…and enriched.


    • Romantic Dominant

      August 28, 2012 at 1:44 pm

      I have tried many ways. In the end I know that the sadness will diminish. It is not linear, but it will fade nonetheless. I will forget these tortured days.


  5. Romantic Dominant

    August 31, 2014 at 8:58 pm

    Reblogged this on A Faded Romantic's Notebook.



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